Ah, back to the Cheerleader. After our night, I went home with a smile and marks all over my body. The universal signs of a good time! I flirted with disaster and disaster flirted back, and then took me for a ride.
When one has a tryst of the nature the Cheerleader and I had, you have to perk up and realize that none of this is likely real. However, the situation still begs to know if the guy should call. Most women would jump up and say, “Of course you should call!” It’s not that simple. For a guy, you don’t want to catch feelings, especially if this girl was just using you because she was lonely, out for a good time, forgetting and old boyfriend, or using you as an experiment. Sorry, ladies, but whether or not you want to own up to it, some of you can be pretty cruel in the game of love. Add to this confusion the fact that some women love to use lines like, “I don’t need a man”, “I’m not looking for a relationship right now,” “I’m just out for a good time,” “I’m really busy, gosh sooo busy, it’s hard for me to call people back *hint hint*” and so on and so forth, we never know what to think. Heck some girls talk incessantly about other guys they think or hot or they are dating or flirting with. Perhaps its to get a rise out of us or to make you look in demand? Who knows? At times we do the craziest thing possible and take you at your word when you really wanted us to read between the lines. Either way, it’s all far too complicated, and way too messy.
I liked the way we connected so at the very least I wanted to see where things would go. I called. You can all applaud now, while I stand up and take a bow. Okay, good. Thank you. Moving on… I called and she was kind of dry, but still seemed receptive, and enough so that I asked to drop by since I was in the neighborhood. She seemed somewhat eager. She’s hard to read. I figure it’s the meds.
When I get there, she is in sweats, but looking quite good. The vibe is definitely different than last time, and kind of familiar, like two old friends hanging out. Not sure what to think of this. We sit on the couch and watch some TV. We cuddle a little. I kiss her. She kisses me back. Hmmmmm. She’s shivering. It’s not cold, but she says she feels cold. Girls are always cold. What’s up with that?
She shivers more. It’s turning into the DT’s. This is getting weird. She tells me something is wrong and she can’t figure it out. I ask her if we can call her doctor. We call her doctor, and her doctor pretty much acts as if she is malingering. No help at all. I could tell you now how worthless most doctors are, but that would be a whole other blog in and of itself! We call her brother, and I sit while she argues on speakerphone that she needs him to come over, something is wrong. No dice. No one has any interest in this poor girl. I am not about to leave her alone. I hold her tight. She is worried. I ask if there is any med she takes for this. She says she has never gone through this before. She’s not sure what’s going on. 40 minutes later the shaking gets worse. It’s out of control. She starts screaming. She begs me to call 911.
If you know me, you’d know I stay incredibly calm in moments like these. I was aware of one thing. She was screaming, and it didn’t look good. It was loud, and harsh. It sounded like someone was getting murdered. I calmly open the front door to the apartment and walk into the courtyard, while her voice echoed through the place. Neighbors rushed out. This is where it pays to be calm. It not only keeps other people calm, but it also prevents people from jumping to conclusions. They are less likely to freak out and make assumptions, and more likely to help. I say, “Listen, I need you to stay calm and listen to me. My friend is in there and I think she is very sick. Please come with me and assist me.” They follow me and see she is sitting on the couch, with her muscles tensed up, and she is shaking severely and begging for 911 saying she’s sick. I’ve already called 911 and they are on their way. Poor girl and poor me, this is messy! I flirted with disaster alright!
The paramedics arrive with a gurney. By now she has spent the last minute screaming, “Make it stop! Make it stop! Somebody kill me now! Kill me now!” This was scary. I didn’t react, but inside, I have to admit, it was scary. I am sure she was pretty scared. Poor thing. The paramedics subdued her, as she was getting pretty hard to contain both physically and verbally. They loaded her onto the gurney and tied the restraints down tight and wheeled her off.
Two minutes later LAPD wanders in. They are cool and collected but they want to know what happened. I tell them calmly that we don’t know. They look suspicious. Wow this is stress added to stress! I take them around the place. They can see everything is in order. I tell them she might have had a reaction to one of her medications. I pull them into the kitchen and show them the cupboard of prescription meds. I open it, and bottles come pouring out. They give me a nod, “Ahhhhhh now we get it!” Case closed. I thank them for their help, shake hands, and go on my way. Before I leave, I pick up The Cheerleaders cell phone and look for an entry labeled “Mom”. Everyone has one. I call it, and leave the most awkward voicemail ever. I use my professional speaking voice. “Hi, you don’t know me but I am a friend of the Cheerleader…” and I go on to tell her there has been a situation, to please contact the hospital, and I leave my contact in case she needs to talk to me. The Mom calls me 20 minutes later and I calmly clue her in on everything that’s happened. The brother calls me too. He says, “Thank God you stayed with her. I feel like shit for not coming when she called me. You are a God send!”
This is a night I will never forget. I flirted with disaster and disaster flirted back.
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Saturday, December 26, 2009
Is there a Doctor in the House?
Ever had a friend that was like House, MD? If you haven’t seen the show, it’s about an insanely observant doctor who figures out puzzles by way of solving medical mysteries. What makes House fascinating is that he solves medical mysteries not simply by diagnosing symptoms, but by breaking down everything about a person through plain observation. He figures the people out based on personality, speech patterns, the way they walk, the way they dress, their occupation, and anything you can imagine down to the coffee stain on their shirt. He uses this information to deduce things about the person they cannot merely diagnose in a hospital setting, thus inching them closer and closer to the answer to their medical mysteries.
In our group of friends we have The Doc. Kinda fits the bill of House, only he is handsome, muscular, young, and far from crotchety like the character in the TV show. Doc, on the other hand, is an admitted sociopath. I think he’s proud of it.
The Doc has a great job, and he is equally great with the ladies. Yet, the game, the chase, whatever you want to call it, fails to entertain him in its natural state. Therefore he loves to up the ante. Everything from creating alter egos, complete with fake business cards to match, all the way to sleeping with women with whom he works. It gets worse, but he’s actually one of my protagonists, so I want you to like him. Obviously, no matter what ruse he runs, it’s his charm, quick wit, and intelligence that make it all happen.
When you sit at a bar with The Doc, like House, MD, he will have everything figured out about a woman. “See the way that girl has her purse on the bar top, set at an angle? That’s because she’s shy about her big breasts, and the angling is because she doesn’t want people to see her from her left side. She doesn’t like the way she looks, because she’s a little asymmetrical. That’s the side you should approach her from. Play up her insecurities. If she moves the purse out of the way, it means you made her comfortable, and you’re in!” Bullshit! What is he talking about? Determined to prove it, he saunters over to her with an opening he had already told us was “money”, and it’s on! She’s smiling, playing with her hair, leaning into him. The purse comes off the bar top 5 minutes later. 45 minutes later they are leaving together.
How does he do it?
When you’re that slick, getting a thrill or a rush gets really tough to come by. Doc has a girl he’s really into. Now, all you “Tiger Woods is a Cheater” fanatics will chime in, “He can’t love this girl if he cheats on her left and right!” Well, I submit to you, that some men (re: most men) can separate sex and love, and look at the girls they keep on the side. These aren’t class acts! They are kinda trashy and wild, while the good girl is the one he falls for, gives his heart and home to, and has every intention of keeping for the long haul. Yeah, I know, some of you, especially the women, want to toss your laptop out the window in a rage, but trust me this is the truth.
Doc can’t get his thrills with a normal flirtation or pickup. What’s left? How about picking up women in your girlfriend’s apartment complex and sleeping with them in the hopes the two worlds never collide? That’s what’s left!
I don’t know how he did it but he did it. He meets a hottie blonde in the same apartment building and gets things going. Of course the blonde never gets his real name or occupation. In fact she gets a business card for one of his alter egos. I query that surely he must know this is just a cry to get caught in the act. He disagrees on the basis that they live on opposite sides of the same, small complex, but as a result choose to use the east and west wings respectively. Also, he has worked out a schedule and timing with the blonde, such that, when coupled with their exiting habits and positioning in the building, two worlds will never meet. Once again, I say this is bullshit, but he is pulling it off. Obviously, this is thrill seeking at its extreme, or a desperate cry to get caught. Either way, the boy is nuts.
Oh, and for you girls that are worried that some guy is pulling one of these “Alter ego, sleep with a girl in your same building” scams, I say to you that 99.9% of men aren’t The Doc, nor do they have his skills. No need to worry.
In our group of friends we have The Doc. Kinda fits the bill of House, only he is handsome, muscular, young, and far from crotchety like the character in the TV show. Doc, on the other hand, is an admitted sociopath. I think he’s proud of it.
The Doc has a great job, and he is equally great with the ladies. Yet, the game, the chase, whatever you want to call it, fails to entertain him in its natural state. Therefore he loves to up the ante. Everything from creating alter egos, complete with fake business cards to match, all the way to sleeping with women with whom he works. It gets worse, but he’s actually one of my protagonists, so I want you to like him. Obviously, no matter what ruse he runs, it’s his charm, quick wit, and intelligence that make it all happen.
When you sit at a bar with The Doc, like House, MD, he will have everything figured out about a woman. “See the way that girl has her purse on the bar top, set at an angle? That’s because she’s shy about her big breasts, and the angling is because she doesn’t want people to see her from her left side. She doesn’t like the way she looks, because she’s a little asymmetrical. That’s the side you should approach her from. Play up her insecurities. If she moves the purse out of the way, it means you made her comfortable, and you’re in!” Bullshit! What is he talking about? Determined to prove it, he saunters over to her with an opening he had already told us was “money”, and it’s on! She’s smiling, playing with her hair, leaning into him. The purse comes off the bar top 5 minutes later. 45 minutes later they are leaving together.
How does he do it?
When you’re that slick, getting a thrill or a rush gets really tough to come by. Doc has a girl he’s really into. Now, all you “Tiger Woods is a Cheater” fanatics will chime in, “He can’t love this girl if he cheats on her left and right!” Well, I submit to you, that some men (re: most men) can separate sex and love, and look at the girls they keep on the side. These aren’t class acts! They are kinda trashy and wild, while the good girl is the one he falls for, gives his heart and home to, and has every intention of keeping for the long haul. Yeah, I know, some of you, especially the women, want to toss your laptop out the window in a rage, but trust me this is the truth.
Doc can’t get his thrills with a normal flirtation or pickup. What’s left? How about picking up women in your girlfriend’s apartment complex and sleeping with them in the hopes the two worlds never collide? That’s what’s left!
I don’t know how he did it but he did it. He meets a hottie blonde in the same apartment building and gets things going. Of course the blonde never gets his real name or occupation. In fact she gets a business card for one of his alter egos. I query that surely he must know this is just a cry to get caught in the act. He disagrees on the basis that they live on opposite sides of the same, small complex, but as a result choose to use the east and west wings respectively. Also, he has worked out a schedule and timing with the blonde, such that, when coupled with their exiting habits and positioning in the building, two worlds will never meet. Once again, I say this is bullshit, but he is pulling it off. Obviously, this is thrill seeking at its extreme, or a desperate cry to get caught. Either way, the boy is nuts.
Oh, and for you girls that are worried that some guy is pulling one of these “Alter ego, sleep with a girl in your same building” scams, I say to you that 99.9% of men aren’t The Doc, nor do they have his skills. No need to worry.
Be Careful What You Wish For.
I think I coined a new phrase, “I feel blessed to not be wanted” or “How beautiful it is to get rejected!” What does it mean? Hmmmm.
I think I have finally entered an age where I have some kind of hindsight from which to operate. We all wish for a perfect romance, but I have gotten to see personally and vicariously the evil fruits of actually getting what you want. The classic “Be careful what you wish for because you just might get it.” Here I thought that was just a Pussycat Dolls number lol.
The past few weeks of Mental Mindfucking have taught me a few things:
1) Let sleeping dogs lie. Chances are if you saw red flags in the past with someone whom you found very intriguing, your primal instincts were correct. Roll with it! Don’t second guess.
2) Don’t look at the past through “Rose Colored Lenses”. In other words, nostalgia can be a killer. It’s a treacherous path to follow when you look back on someone or somethingn you wish you had and forget very quickly that the Universe put you where it needs you to be for a second. Let the plan unfold. If you are like me, you tend to fight it hard. Sometimes you have to just sit back and watch, the best part of your own personal script is about to unfold. I liken to watching Fight Club or the Sixth Sense. If you quit on those movies about 2/3 of the way through, you miss the twist that defines the entire drama.
3) I look at the times I wished and prayed so hard for something only to get what I asked for and realize it wasn’t nearly as great as I wanted. Often it was something for which I would rather do without.
I realize that #3 is very confusing, because our wants and desires are hard to deny. However, I think of King Solomon in these moments. Don’t worry, I am not a “Bible Thumper”, if you couldn’t tell already! What I mean to say is, when people are told to make a wish they easily revert to the obvious such as, “I wish I was the richest person alive”, “I wish I was famous”, or “I wish ______ (insert name) would fall in love with me.”
When King Solomon was presented with this same dilemma he wished for wisdom. Solomon realized that great cunning and a quick wit were the tools by which he could build great power, but they would also access wealth, fame, and everything else a person could ever desire, both right and wrong.
You can’t build without a tool kit. Why not wish for the means to reach your desires? Look at ourselves and ask what we need to better ourselves.
I wish to be:
1) Loving so much so that I attract someone equally loving
2) Focused and Driven as to always have my eyes on the prize
3) Passionate so that I live every moment with depth and devotion
4) Thankful for the things I have. I mean truly thankful, since we rarely manage it.
5) Learning to truly be happy. This is the big one.
6) Be real. That’s the nouveau way of saying “To Thine Own Self Be True”.
This is when I entered a period of reconnecting with people from my past. Relationships got awry, “Houston, we have a problem” relationships that never launched, and the most common one – flirtatious flakes that never materialize into anything. The latter coming in abundance, because this is L.A. aka Dating Purgatory for crying out loud! Things fizzle simply because people in this town are always looking for something better, or they are desperate to be in the scene with all the wrong people, and then they have to audaciousness to wonder why they can’t meet Mister or Miss Right! HA!
The Kid a’int no flake, nor a Scenester, but the Kid does let a pretty face throw him for a loop. WTF? Hey, the truth hurts. Trust me, I put personality pretty high on the list. In a town full of beautiful, I have to keep my sanity by enjoying conversation. If the game was just about telling lies and getting laid, there would be no passion or joy. Remember, my wishes include to be loving and to be real.
Well, I should know a disaster in the making when I see one, yet somehow I walk around blind. Lady Justice is supposed to be blind (though she rarely is), but a Blind Dater in LA is just asking for a whooping. Welcome to my newest experiment. Farming through old contacts, Facebook, etc etc to reconnect with the past.
It’s here that I want to touch on a concept. Be thankful for the things you don’t have. Remember that job you wished you had gotten? Well, you were probably gonna be underpaid while working for the boss from hell. Remember that trip to the Bahamas you wish you had taken? All your friends lived it up! Had you gone, you would have had a tryst with someone you met at the resort and come back with home with an STD. Remember that person you wished from afar would see you for all your glory and fall madly in love with you? They would’ve ruined your life, left you in debt, and slept with your best friend. LOL I am NOT being negative. I am simply saying, be thankful for what you have, and KNOW that the Universe had your back every time it denied you all the things you foolishly thought you wanted or needed. Perhaps the Universe knows more than we know. Accept it!
Conversely, this is the point where I tempt fate by reaching into the past. I’d love to leave you in suspense, but there wouldn’t be much to this blog if this experiment were to work out. We’d be finished within 5 posts, and that’s simply no fun. Off to the races!
I think I have finally entered an age where I have some kind of hindsight from which to operate. We all wish for a perfect romance, but I have gotten to see personally and vicariously the evil fruits of actually getting what you want. The classic “Be careful what you wish for because you just might get it.” Here I thought that was just a Pussycat Dolls number lol.
The past few weeks of Mental Mindfucking have taught me a few things:
1) Let sleeping dogs lie. Chances are if you saw red flags in the past with someone whom you found very intriguing, your primal instincts were correct. Roll with it! Don’t second guess.
2) Don’t look at the past through “Rose Colored Lenses”. In other words, nostalgia can be a killer. It’s a treacherous path to follow when you look back on someone or somethingn you wish you had and forget very quickly that the Universe put you where it needs you to be for a second. Let the plan unfold. If you are like me, you tend to fight it hard. Sometimes you have to just sit back and watch, the best part of your own personal script is about to unfold. I liken to watching Fight Club or the Sixth Sense. If you quit on those movies about 2/3 of the way through, you miss the twist that defines the entire drama.
3) I look at the times I wished and prayed so hard for something only to get what I asked for and realize it wasn’t nearly as great as I wanted. Often it was something for which I would rather do without.
I realize that #3 is very confusing, because our wants and desires are hard to deny. However, I think of King Solomon in these moments. Don’t worry, I am not a “Bible Thumper”, if you couldn’t tell already! What I mean to say is, when people are told to make a wish they easily revert to the obvious such as, “I wish I was the richest person alive”, “I wish I was famous”, or “I wish ______ (insert name) would fall in love with me.”
When King Solomon was presented with this same dilemma he wished for wisdom. Solomon realized that great cunning and a quick wit were the tools by which he could build great power, but they would also access wealth, fame, and everything else a person could ever desire, both right and wrong.
You can’t build without a tool kit. Why not wish for the means to reach your desires? Look at ourselves and ask what we need to better ourselves.
I wish to be:
1) Loving so much so that I attract someone equally loving
2) Focused and Driven as to always have my eyes on the prize
3) Passionate so that I live every moment with depth and devotion
4) Thankful for the things I have. I mean truly thankful, since we rarely manage it.
5) Learning to truly be happy. This is the big one.
6) Be real. That’s the nouveau way of saying “To Thine Own Self Be True”.
This is when I entered a period of reconnecting with people from my past. Relationships got awry, “Houston, we have a problem” relationships that never launched, and the most common one – flirtatious flakes that never materialize into anything. The latter coming in abundance, because this is L.A. aka Dating Purgatory for crying out loud! Things fizzle simply because people in this town are always looking for something better, or they are desperate to be in the scene with all the wrong people, and then they have to audaciousness to wonder why they can’t meet Mister or Miss Right! HA!
The Kid a’int no flake, nor a Scenester, but the Kid does let a pretty face throw him for a loop. WTF? Hey, the truth hurts. Trust me, I put personality pretty high on the list. In a town full of beautiful, I have to keep my sanity by enjoying conversation. If the game was just about telling lies and getting laid, there would be no passion or joy. Remember, my wishes include to be loving and to be real.
Well, I should know a disaster in the making when I see one, yet somehow I walk around blind. Lady Justice is supposed to be blind (though she rarely is), but a Blind Dater in LA is just asking for a whooping. Welcome to my newest experiment. Farming through old contacts, Facebook, etc etc to reconnect with the past.
It’s here that I want to touch on a concept. Be thankful for the things you don’t have. Remember that job you wished you had gotten? Well, you were probably gonna be underpaid while working for the boss from hell. Remember that trip to the Bahamas you wish you had taken? All your friends lived it up! Had you gone, you would have had a tryst with someone you met at the resort and come back with home with an STD. Remember that person you wished from afar would see you for all your glory and fall madly in love with you? They would’ve ruined your life, left you in debt, and slept with your best friend. LOL I am NOT being negative. I am simply saying, be thankful for what you have, and KNOW that the Universe had your back every time it denied you all the things you foolishly thought you wanted or needed. Perhaps the Universe knows more than we know. Accept it!
Conversely, this is the point where I tempt fate by reaching into the past. I’d love to leave you in suspense, but there wouldn’t be much to this blog if this experiment were to work out. We’d be finished within 5 posts, and that’s simply no fun. Off to the races!
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